ComplaintIt is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Thus spoke Hamlet, one of the great kvetchers of literature. Every day, gripers challenge our patience and compassion. Yet Pollyannas rile us up with their grotesque contentment and unfathomable rejection of protest. Avital Ronell considers how literature and philosophy treat bellyachers, wailers, and grumpsand the complaints they lavish on the rest of us. Combining